Frank Lee noticed German Sparrow's abnormality as he added with a chuckle, "I wanted to provide you with some help just now and throw some seeds over.
"I wanted to give you some help just now and throw some seeds over. Unfortunately, I can't throw them that far."
Throw some seeds onto the Black Tulip? These waters have the remnant aura of the Earth Goddess. Beyonder items in the corresponding domain will mutate and attack without differentiating between friend and foe … I was on the Black Tulip back then … Thankfully, you didn't throw them … Klein suddenly recalled the tragic state the Future had been in and the watermelon that had grown out of the dead pirate's head.
Just as he was deliberating over his words to match German Sparrow's persona, he suddenly saw Heath Doyle appear from the shadows not far away. He was bending his back to vomit.
This Bloodless first retched before his knees went limp as he knelt on the deck.
Ugh! Ugh!
He finally vomited a pool of yellowish-green liquid. Inside it was a half-corroded piece of grayish-black flesh that was squirming gently.
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
Heath Doyle continuously vomited out a few similar puddles.
Upon seeing this scene, apart from feeling disgusted, Klein felt a lot more at ease. He was originally worried that Rose Bishop Heath Doyle would be corrupted by randomly "eating," but from the looks of it, it was likely that Heath Doyle had isolated it and hadn't truly digested it.
As expected of a Rose Bishop who isn't crazy … Klein sighed silently.
Just as he was about to shift his gaze away from the vomit, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
Creeping Hunger has already been activated. It has to be "fed" once a day. And there aren't any outsiders here. There aren't any ideal villains … The pirate who died previously can't do it. Although his companions might not think much of the corpse, Creeping Hunger wants to devour souls …
I wonder if these pieces of flesh can be used as "food." At the very least, they were corpses with exuberant vitality that had been influenced by the Earth Goddess's aura …
With this in mind, Klein took two steps forward and came close to Heath Doyle.
He couldn't bear to look at the puddles of vomit as he instinctively cast his gaze to the other side, to the magnificent sea that was reflecting the sunlight.
Then, he extended his left palm towards the grayish-black flesh.
Creeping Hunger didn't change at all. It didn't crack open its mouth in the middle of the glove.
From the looks of it, it doesn't want to eat … I can only make do with it to deal with potential dangers. If I can't find any suitable food after a day, I'll throw it above the gray fog … Klein helplessly retracted his hand and looked up at the captain's cabin.
The golden brooch in front of Admiral of Stars Cattleya bloomed with light once again, condensing a Sun Wraith that purified the grayish-black flesh Heath Doyle vomited.
This pirate admiral's expression and expression didn't change, but he seemed a little tired. The dark purple luster in his eyes became more obvious.
After confirming that the ship had set sail again, Klein did not stay any longer and prepared to return to his room to change his soaked clothes.
Anderson glanced at him, leaned over, and opened his mouth curiously.
"Shut up!" Klein spoke first.
This incident caused him to lose the Murloc Cufflinks. Therefore, he increasingly disliked a certain someone who was plagued with bad luck. He was just short of defining her as food for Creeping Hunger.
"… Alright." Anderson raised his hands. "I'll drink in silence."
Klein ignored him as he entered the cabin and returned to his room.
In the bathroom, he took out a Water Creation Charm and chanted a word in ancient Hermes to fill the bathtub with water. Then, he took off all his clothes and lay in it.
The cold feeling and warm sunlight made him relax significantly. He picked up the pen and paper he had brought from his desk and wrote a divination statement:
"The location of the Murloc Cufflinks."
After reciting it seven times, Klein lay down completely. Using the front of the bathtub as a pillow, he entered a dream.
In the gray, fragmented, and illusory World, he saw the deck and a zombie whose body had rotted in several spots. The blue Murloc Cufflink was embedded in the flesh on the zombie's left waist.
Beyond the deck, it was pitch-black, making it impossible to see where the ship was.
Indeed, I threw it on the Black Tulip … Klein opened his eyes and made a judgment.
I hope Admiral Hell doesn't discover it. This way, I can use the cufflink to lock onto the Black Tulip's location …
It doesn't matter even if I discover it. As long as Ludwell didn't throw the cufflink away, and it hasn't been too long since the incident, I can locate him. However, the location of the divination has to be changed from the real world to above the gray fog …
Also, I have to interfere with the divination later to prevent Admiral Hell from using the cufflink to locate me or even curse me.
That ring of his is really suspected to be an item left behind by an ancient Death. Yes, I'll write to Mr. Aztec. Klein quickly washed his body and walked out of the bathtub.
After wiping himself clean and changing into the Rouen gentleman's suit, Klein first adjusted his equipment and washed his clothes. Then, he unfolded the letter and took out the Aztec copper whistle.
Standing by the desk and looking at the item on it, Klein's right hand suddenly slowed down.
His eyes shimmered a few times as he put away the Aztec copper whistle and placed it into a tiny metal box. He then used a wall of spirituality to isolate its aura.
He planned on leaving these waters and the Future before summoning the messenger.
I suffered quite a huge loss this time. Thankfully, I've finally digested the Faceless potion. I can focus on waiting for the mermaid to appear …
Hmm … The actual situation in the ruins of the battle of the gods is different from what I imagined. There's actually the aura of Earth Mother …
This definitely wasn't left behind after the battle. Otherwise, it's impossible for a deity to not be able to control their auras.
None of the eight ancient gods of the Second Epoch wielded the authority of the Earth domain either …
Among "Their" subsidiary deities, there are some that are suspected. For example, the Giant Queen, Goddess of Harvest Omebella, or the Goddess of Life who is a subsidiary of Vampire Ancestor Lilith …
Is this a battle of the gods with subsidiary deities involved, or is it really not something that happened in the Second Epoch? Klein was troubled by his lack of understanding of the ruins of the battle of the gods. All he could do was make guesses and use his imagination as a supplement.
He reined in his thoughts and cut the paper figurine again. He then drew the changes and secret symbols belonging to The Fool on it.
Pa!
Klein lifted the paper figurine and shook it.
Flames appeared out of thin air, burning the paper figurine to ashes.
This way, he had already obtained the initial results he wanted. If he wanted to get better, he needed to head above the gray fog to make a response. He needed to use the Dark Emperor card to stir the power of the mysterious space and cooperate with the Paper Angel to provide protection.
After relying on Aztec's copper whistle and Will Auceptin's paper crane to interfere with any possible spying, Klein returned to the bathroom and completed the operation in an orderly manner.
After tidying up the room, he wore Creeping Hunger and Tinder and slowly walked to the deck. He planned on carefully observing his surroundings and not letting go of any clues regarding mermaids.
Just as he left the cabin, he saw Anderson Hood sitting on the ground, leaning against a wooden wine barrel. His expression was calm, and his aura was converged, as though he was thinking and feeling melancholic.
Did he really keep his promise and keep drinking in silence? Klein mumbled and walked past Anderson.
Anderson slowly raised his head and asked dreamily, "Is there a problem with the wine here?"
Klein was taken aback for a moment before he replied seriously.
Klein was taken aback for a moment before replying seriously,
"…" Anderson was speechless.
"…" Anderson was speechless.
This fellow is too unlucky. His application of Beyonder powers failed, so much so that he didn't realize that there was a problem with the wine? The corners of Klein's mouth twitched as he walked forward.
On the front deck, many sailors were gathered together, watching Nina perform the duties of a priest of the Lord of Storms and hold a short funeral for the pirate who had just died.
After a simple prayer, Nina looked around and said,
"Revere's wish was to be buried on the mountain in his hometown's harbor. It has the most beautiful sunset.
"He wishes to be cremated so that he won't be disturbed after his death."
"Holy Lord of Storms, may he rest in peace." Most of the sailors believed in the Lord of Storms as they punched their left chests with their right hands.
Upon seeing this scene, Klein didn't approach. He stood a distance away and watched silently.
After the funeral was over, Revere's corpse was reduced to ashes with the help of the scroll. Klein sighed as he inwardly drew the crimson moon.
For the rest of the day, the sun remained bright and the sky remained midday. The Future circled around a few ruins and ruins as it ventured deeper into the sea.
At some point in time, Anderson had returned to normal as he came to Klein's side.
He looked into the distance and pointed at the submerged buildings in front of him.
"After passing this ruin, turn left for about ten nautical miles, and you'll have a chance of encountering mermaids."
Finally … Klein was just about to respond when the sky suddenly turned dark as the sunlight vanished.
Another night had arrived.
Without another word, he returned to his room and lay in bed.
Soon, he woke up from his dream. In front of him was a clean floor-to-ceiling window, a long table, chairs, and bookshelves filled with books.
This time, he returned to the spot where he had left the dream — to the library.
The light of dusk shone in, covering everything with a layer of pale gold. Klein walked forward in puzzlement and walked to the bookshelf he had browsed previously.
As expected, he saw mysticism manuals like the Book of Charms.
Just as Klein planned on pulling out a book and quickly flipping through it, his gaze suddenly swept to the bookshelf opposite him. He saw a book with a black cover.
"Rosell's Notebook 3"!
The Emperor's diary? An entire diary? Klein subconsciously reached out his hand.
At this moment, the pair of mysterious eyes that looked at him from the deck flashed across his mind. The person who opened the door in the depths of the Hall of Murals that Anderson Hood mentioned flashed across his mind. He also thought about the abnormal change of location in his dream.
Klein retracted his gaze and continued pulling out the Book of Charms.
He came to the long table and sat down before quickly browsing through it.
Suddenly, he heard a series of footsteps approaching from the depths of the library.
Klein instantly tensed up as he slowly raised his head.
The first thing that entered his eyes was a pair of black leather boots.
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